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When I come home at the end of the day, everything is just where |
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I left it... |
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No one has called, nothing has changed, everything is just how |
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I left it... |
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I haven't spoken a word in days, except for cursing the noise in the hall... |
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I haven't spoken a word in days, to anyone else at all... |
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And so, as |
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I go, I'll leave my body for you... |
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And so, as |
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I go, don't feel sorry for me |
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For life is the sacrifice, before you die |
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And so as |
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I go, I'll leave my body for you...to...see... |
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A bed all alone in the bedroom |
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A vacant space where a table should be |
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Some posters on the walls |
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The bathroom mirror covered in spit |
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I have made such desperate attempts to make this a nice place to live... |
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And I have failed, for |
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I have tried to fill this dead empty space with a life! |
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All this time on my hands, |
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And I have no where to go, |
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Haunted by the distractions of living alone |
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I hope you'd be the first one to find me |
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After I'd concluded the past behind me |
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So hold your hands, over your mouth |
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And run to tell the others... |